No, it was not his idea of a good time, taking care of the latest RDA victim— you. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you. On the contrary, actually, because he adored you. It was the horrible, crippling feeling of letting his guard down. You’d been injured, gravely, and then you’d gotten an infection. Everyone told him to watch after you, that he could relax for a while and rest.

He’d said he’d never let his guard down again at the Great Games. And yet, here he was, letting his guard down.

Wringing a wet cloth out, he pressed it to your forehead, “I know you cannot keep food down, but you need to try and drink,” He mumbled, setting the cloth down and lifting a flask of water. He lifted your head with a hand and steadily helped you drink, brows pinched in concern.

“Easy…” He cooed. “I will send Ri’nela to get some herbs from Anufi. She will know how to help.” Just don’t die before we get them went unsaid. So’lek only hoped you’d hold on.